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Casper Siyansky

Throw me to the wolves and I will come back leading the pack.

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by cc.jones

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"BUCKLEY SCHOOL'S TEEN MISCHIEF"




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"My life. My choices. My mistakes. My lessons. Not your business."
-Anonymous


{BOUNCE BACK}

{HUMBLE}

{POST TO BE}

{TRAP QUEEN}

{I DON'T FUCK WITH YOU}

{BLESSINGS}

{AYO}

{THE NEXT EPISODE}

{FRONT 2 BACK}

{BROCCOLI}

{NO MEDIOCRE}




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Full Name
Caspian Vaughn Siyansky
"I have a pretty bad ass reputation at Buckley School."


Nickname
Casper (common, liked), Casp (used from girls who are flustered by him; adores), Siyansky (his clique and others; neutral), Cassie (used accordingly; hates)
"I don't have much nicknames. The only nickname I'd respond to is Casper. Don't expect me to respond to any others."


Date of Birth
July 4, 1999
"I was born on the fourth of July. Pretty fucking creepy if you'd ask me, but it is what it is. Presents and fireworks in one day? Hell, yeah."


Zodiac Signs
Gemini
"I'm a Gemini, so I change my mind everyday. But believe me, when I'm done with you there's no coming back."


Nationality
Vietnamese 26%, Slovak 42%, Greek 16%, English 10%, Nigerian 6%
"I've got blood all around the globe. People don't believe me when I say I'm part Nigerian, I wouldn't either to tell you the truth."


Sexuality
Heterosexual
"What kind of question is this? Look, I'm not a gay if that's what you're getting at. I like chicks, not dudes with dicks if that makes any sense. What I'm tryna say is that I'm not a fag. I'm just not a big supporter on all that gay shit, not to sound rude or anything, but it just doesn't make any fucking sense. What's the point of evening having a dick if you're not going to put it to use?"


Sexually Active?
Most definitely
"I can't count how many times I've had sex. 20? 30 times...? It's beginning to be a habit more so than a hobby for me. I like it, no, I desire it. I guess you can say that I'm one horny mother fucker. Ha! But what teenage dude isn't? "


Relationship Status
Single-ish
"I would say that I'm single, but most of the girls I'd hooked up with don't seem to think so. They like to make up some shit that I'm still with them or whatever. Every girl I'd had a one night stand with seemingly thinks that we're a thing now. Not my fault they practically threw themselves at me. Just because I banged them once- twice doesn't necessarily mean that imma see you the next day. I'll ignore your ass to tell you the truth. I don't want to be a dick about it, but it's the truth. I'm not into relationships that require my fully commitment."




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How old does he appear
Early 20s, sometimes 19 years old
"People often have mistook me for my age. They say that it's the tattoos that somehow make me look older. Whatever the case may be, their stupidity got me in clubs before without an ID, so I'm okay with that."


Age
Eighteen
"Fuck no I'm not getting older infact, I think the more I age the more I want to party. Believe me. I'm not getting older, I'm just becoming a classic."


Height
6 ft 2 in or 187.96 cm
"I'm pretty fucking tall for a guy like myself like, It's a possibility that I could be Old Lincoln's great-great-great grandson or some shit."


Weight
73 kg or 160 lbs
"I eat alot, and I mean it when I say alot. Though, I blame Rhiannon. She always offers me food whenever I'm at her house and knowing me.. I'd eat until I can't eat anymore."


Measurements
44-14.5-33 in or 112-37-84 cm


Shoe size
10.5


Body Build
Athletic; mesomorphic [x], [x], [x]
"Like I said before, I eat like a fat ass who hasn't eaten in two days of something."


Shape of face
Square
"How the hell should I know? Square-ish, I guess. I mean, it's just a face."


Distinguishable Marks-Tattoos?
Tattoos[???]- [x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x]
Distinguishable Marks [???] Scars from getting in fights, and from falling off his skateboard multiple times. Nothing serious.

"Tattoos have become a part of me now; however, I don't think I have Rhiannon beat yet. My mom hates it when I get tattoos, ''you're giving your soul to the devil', she always tells me, but here I am coming home with a new tattoo each day. I guess you can say that I'm a devil's child..? At least that's what Rhiannon says. My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story."


Physical Disabilities
Blinded in right eye
"When we were younger, Brent and I used to wrestle each other often or fight, like we were featured on one of those MMA fights. Things had gotten out of hand one day that when I tackled him to the ground, I guess he'd gotten so angry that he punched me on the right side of my head just right next to my eye, nearly knocking me out. I remember my mom took me to the doctor afterwards, and all I could remember was how Brent somehow triggered my optic nerve, in which moved to my retina to my cornea.. blinding me in the process. I can still see, but I can't see as well as I used to. I'm not blind or anything. My doctor prescribed me to wear glasses that I never seem to wear."


Eye Color
Misty Grey
"My eye color is a mixed between blue and grey; some say it's blue, while others say it's just plain grey. No one really knows. For now, my eyes are just misty grey."


Glasses or Contacts
Yes; glasses
[x]
"I'm supposed to wear my glasses, but I decided not to. My doctor yells at me constantly to wear them, but I never listen. When do I ever listen?"


Skin
White; Caucasian
"I'm not going to be a perfectionist and go all out saying the specific shade of skin color I am. It's not only a waste of your time, but it's also a waste of mine. Just put it this way, I'm white. Or caucasian; however, you want to describe me. I really don't give two shits. Black, white, purple. It's just a color, don't need to go all ape-shit on me."


Hair color
Light brown
"My natural hair color is light brown; however, I recently dyed it black."


Hairstyle/s
[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x],[x]
"I have a habit of changing my hair style. One minute it's slicked back neatly with hair gel, and the next minute it's messed up or spiked. However I feel like treating my hair. It all sort of varies. My hair has it's own personality."


Style
Urban
[x]

"People often mistake my clothing style. Urban style is really only edgy and reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. Unlike mainstream fashion, anything goes in the urban fashion world and designers are not pressured into conforming to trends. For me, urban fashion is real fashion, style that exudes individuality and attitude. From vans to combat boots, denim jackets to lettermans, with urban style it's all about mixing and matching. Urban is just basically grunge [x] style with a hint of street somewhere in between."


Accessories or Jewelry
Wristbands, beanie hats, snapbacks; depends. Wants to get a tongue piercing, but mom won't let him.
'I don't know if these are one of those rhetorical questions or some shit, but the fuck? Jewelry? You mean, like, necklaces and bracelets? Hell, no. The closet thing I'd do to putting my ass in some type of accessory is just a casual wrist band [x], beanie hats [x], snapbacks [x], or even some type of piercing. I want to get a tongue piercing [x], but my mom won't let me though I remember Brent coming home to surprise her with his lip piercing, she grounded him for two months.


Standard Outfit/s
[OUTFIT 1],[OUTFIT 2],[OUTFIT 3],[OUTFIT 4],[OUTFIT 5],[OUTFIT 6],[OUTFIT 7],[OUTFIT 8],[OUTFIT 9],[OUTFIT 10], [OUTFIT 11]


Overall Attractiveness
A fucking 10/10
"I know what girls want. They want a bad guy whose filled with reckless adventure. A guy that lets them ride in the back of their motorcycle. A guy who's in a 'no strings attached relationship'. If you're that type of girl, then I'm your type of guy."




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Grade Point Average
two point five [2.5]
"I never said that I'm any good when it came to school and studying. I got held back so many times in the year, I lost count."


Drives & Motivations
Himself
"I know what I need to do to live it up in the big world. I know that I need to bring up my grade point average and quit shitting around, I know. I've been told this so many times and yet the same people that have been telling me this since I was two don't understand that what they're telling me is going in one ear and out the other. It's my life that I'm living, not theirs. I don't have to get told continuously to change my bad habits or do good in school. I already know these things. I'm trying as best as I can."


Immediate Goals
"I don't exactly know what I want to do when I get older, what my profession is going to be or whether or not I'll be going to college. I find myself living in the present without worrying about the future. I'm not like Brent. I don't see myself attending some big, elite college like Oxford University. I'll probably want to wind up in the military, and then probably get a scholarship to UCLA or some other college, majoring in god knows what. Possibly major in medicine and become a Physician...?"


Long Term
"Well, to be honest I haven't quite gotten this far yet. I'll become a doctor living in LA, possibly... yeah, that's all I've got."


How the character plans to accomplish these goals
"Blah, Blah..Stay in school. That's practically the answer for everything, believe me, I've already asked Suri. How do I get rich? Stay in school. I mean, school isn't everything. School's not going to help me throughout the years."


Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years? Twenty years?
"How should I know? I'll be rich with hot super models around me everywhere I go. I'm not that ambitious as you can tell. I think thinking about what you're going to do in the future, where you're going to be, who're you going to marry, whether or not you'll have kids; I think it's all useless. We have to live in the moment because you only live once. Do it wisely. Quit worrying to much, and live it up. "




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Hobbies
Flirting
"When I flirt, I flirt hella hard. I leave my victim wanting more. I play hard to get most of the time, but with a wink of the eye and a little space between me and them, they're pinning themselves on me like a leech."


Plays a musical instrument?
Yes; banjo, acoustic guitar, drums
"I play a few musical talents up my sleeve from banjo to acoustic guitar to the drums. My mom paid classes for me to take a bajo and drum class, but other than that I've taught my own self to play the acoustic guitar."


Plays a sport?
Yes; pitcher for the boys' varsity baseball team
"I'm a pitcher for the boys' varsity baseball team. I haven't really took consideration to playing football or not, it's really not my thing. Other than baseball, I'm thinking about going out for track and field."


Spending Habits
Shoes
"If it's one thing I always spend my money on is shoes. You can never have too much shoes. I like all types from PF Flyers [x] to Chucks [x]. From Vans [x] to Moccasins [x], and Yeezys [x] My feet stay fly with a new pair of shoes each week. I keep my shit clean, what I do is I keep the box and lay them on top of my closet in a neat stack. Currently, I have about seven hundred thousand dollars worth of shoes as I speak."


Smokes?
Fuck, yess
"I stay high on some random shit, as I'm often told. I come to school high, but the teachers hardly even notice. I smoke every second of the day: cocaine, marijuana, weed brownies even cough medicine. All I do is crush it up, then inhale the shit in my nostrils. Next thing you know I'm high as fuck; floating on cloud nine. I mostly get the drugs from one of the rebels, or some fool sellin' in the streets."


Drinks?
Absolutely
"I drink...alot. Not as much as I smoke; however, I only drink the good stuff like, hennesy [x], vodka [x], tequila [x], brandy [x], whiskey [x], cuba libre [x]. I'm not a big beer drinker, infact I hate beer."


Quirks
Accent
"If there's one thing that is a common habit for me is my english accent [x]. One minute I'm talking in a complete American accent, then next thing you know I sound like a full out Britsh guy. It comes from my mom and my family in general. We aren't that used to the American language that we often let ourselves go."




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Greatest Joys In Life
His dogs
"My dogs are my babies. Each and every one of them. They've been with me for so long that I always put them first before all else. I love em' and treat them like family because they are."


Greatest Fears
Abandonment
"I know that my parents are divorced, I know my dad moved out the house, and I know that he has another family of his own to take care of, but what I fear his is forgetting about his previous family; me, Dani, and Brent. I love my dad. He's a cool guy, supportive as well, and always there for us, but how long will it last? Will he remember us today, but end up abandoning us tomorrow? I hate the thought of it."


Priorities
Continue succeeding in popularity
"I love to win. Winning is my safe haven. It's all I ever think about, that and my popularity. I've gotten so far up just from freshman year that I have no intentions of going back where I first started. I'm here and I'm here to stay because it's where I belong. I enjoy being known. It's a wonderful feeling that seems to never get old."


Life Philosophy/s
"Find a song, whether it's disco, or pop or hip hop or whatever. Just turn up your stereo as high as it goes and dance. And if you have to, keep dancing until you lose yourself, or until you find yourself again."
-Anonymous

"The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience."
- Eleanor Roosevelt


Personality
+Flirty +Sympathetic +Extrovert +Irresistible +Individualistic +Witty +Gregarious
-Sarcastic -Rebellious -Mischievous -Arrogant -Brutally Honest -Harsh -Demanding

Casper is a romanticist, living in a purely idealistic world where everyday is a fairy tale and nothing ever goes wrong. He's a diplomat, always searching for ways to bring people together, to create lasting physical and emotional connections in people. Because of his talent for being able to see the full picture and not just details, he is often found playing the peacemaker between different parties, completely unbiased and able to see things from others points of view. Though at heart a true rebel, he tries not to be tied down to others, living for the bonds he creates with many people, not just one. He tends to be the life of the party, but rather than living for the excitement and spontaneity of the moment, he is enjoying the interactions he has with others.

Charming, independent, energetic, and compassionate. If you were to ask anyone to give you a word to describe Casper, there is no doubt these four would be more prominent. He has an irresistible charm that makes him hard to dislike, and much too easy to be swept up in the tornado that is Casper. There's a way about him that just makes things exciting, he puts so much heart and fun into things that even mundane tasks such as chores can be seen as fun when he is with you. Do not try and limit him though, for you will see a part of Casper that no one will find charming and lovable. Fiercely independent in every aspect, he craves creativity and freedom, the ability to do what he wants when he wants. That isn't to say he can not follow the rules of others (though he does have a tendency to bend the rules), but if you try to micromanage him, nothing can go right. He would prefer to make his mistakes and own up to them than have someone over his shoulder the entire way, making sure things are done right.

Casper has an enthusiastic personality, coming up with new ideas all the time and throwing his whole self into them. In the past years he has gone from hundreds of different things, from wanting to be a photographer, to a artist, to a jockey, DJ, musician, programmer, professional athlete, lawyer, doctor, and the list just goes on. It's hard for him to find a place where he's truly comfortable, though he's good at most of these things and picks up various skills very quickly (due to his determination and compassion), he had not yet found a place where he wants to stay. That is one of the downfalls of a ENFP though, he will spend a lot of time exploring various interests, social relationships, ideas, his feelings, until he finds something that just clicks. His compassion for people and ideas is something else that tends to draw people in, because it is rare to find someone so genuinely interested in everything. It makes people feel comfortable around him.

But Casper is independent to a fault, going as far as to let himself suffer before he will even think about involving another party. His interest for others and desire to know leaves him very closed off, because he is constantly wanting to learn more and is often suppressing himself, his own personality, his feelings, his needs. Being someone who has always been considered a "trouble", Casper has now grown terrified of becoming a burden to anyone else, so he rarely allows others to help him out, even if they offer. This is made worse by his attitude towards others, and how people generally find him sensitive and empathetic so they feel compelled to tell them their feelings and problems, which can lead to him becoming stressed very easily. That isn't to say he doesn't enjoy helping others, but it can become a task for him to stay away from being overwhelmed because he wants to help so much.

In relationships with others, both friendly and romantically, Casper is always open-minded and supportive, warm and sincere and almost a natural at drawing people out of their shells. He has a large group of friends and is constantly making more, never judging on things as silly as social statuses or rumors heard from another. People are drawn to him, especially out-going types, because of his attitude. He will go to great lengths and be very persistent in getting to know more reserved types of people, especially if they interest him or have rejected him socially before. Drawn especially to introverted types, they can keep him interested for a much longer time than others like him, open and willing to share, because of their usually private nature, even if they may never reciprocate. On the other side of the coin though, his willingness to put his entire heart and soul into a person can be what injures him most. It can come to a shock as him when he discovers his friends aren't as flawless as he thought they were, or that they aren't putting as much into their relationship as he is (which is unrealistic).

In conclusion, there are very few types of people that are as energetic and compassionate as someone like Casper. His idealism can be his greatest asset, unexpected challenges or personal growth, and his biggest weakness, maintaining a relationship with a partner, staying calm, making decisions. Overall he just has a very large heart that he wants to give all of to everyone, and sometimes forgets that not everyone is a saint.




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Favorite color/s
Black [x], Grey [x], Forest Green [x]
, White [x]"I like the really dark color that match with everything, and white as well I guess. I'm not all that into exotic, bright colors. They seem to leave me with one helluva migrane."


Least color/s
Orange [x]
"Orange is just not my thing, I hate it, I never look good in it, so I don't know what more to say about it. It's not a good color. I don't even know how it got to be a color to tell you the truth."


Music
Hip-hop, R&B, Rap, Trap
"I'm into the hip-hop, r&b, trap, and rap music. I grew up liking guys like Lil Wayne [x], T.I [x], Tyga [x], Snoop Dogg [x], Eminem [x], Drake [x], Big Sean [x]... they had always been my favorite musical artists and still are present day."


Literature
"The Cat In The House" [???]; Caspian doesn't read much, especially on his freetime
"Ha! You're kidding me, right? I don't read. The closest thing I'd read is anything Dr.Suess [x]. 'The Cat In The Hat' [x] was my shit back in my kidd years."


Form/s of entertainment
Watching MTV; Ridiculousness [x], Catfish: Tv Show [x], Guy Code [x], Parental Control [x], Social media; 8.5K friends on Snapchat [x] 5.3M on Twitter-[x], 638.4K on Tumblr-[x], 12.1M on Instagram-[x], 1.2M on Youtube-[x], Skateboarding, Smoking; [x], [x], and Partying
"I try my best to stay entertained, whether i'm watching television, skateboarding, partying, or even smoking. The one thing I hate is being bored. I can never stay bored, I must find something, anything to keep me entertained."


Most prized possession/s
His phone [x] and his phone only.
"My iphone 7 plus is my life. I hardly let anyone touch it, let alone look at it. Most of my time of day is spent using my phone, and I can't tell you how many times a teacher had confiscated it in class."




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What was your childhood like?
Alright; to him, lavish; to others
"Others would say that I have the 'dream life' and that so many teens would love to be in my shoes right now. I'd say my life is okay. After my parents divorced, and my dad moved out of the house, things had been different for me, Brent, and Dani. Of course, he visits us ever so awesome, but It's not the same. My parents were perfect together. Then, my mom met Austen next thing you know they're getting married in Paris. Him and his kids; Kayleen and Harrison moved in. They're pretty cool, but I still miss how things used to be."


Childhood Hero or Idol
Popeye (the sailor man) [x]


Dream Job
Physician


Schools Attended
Pre-K- La Petite Academy (Los Angeles) [x], Elementary (K-6)- Hawthrone School [x], Junior High (7-8) Beverly Vista School- [x], High School (9-11) Buckley School- [x]


Currently Living With?
His mom and her husband (step-father) and his two children (step-siblings) had recently moved in with them with Caspian's two siblings.
"I live with my mom, Brent, and Dani; however, my mom recently gotten married and now her husband and his two children, Harrison and Kayleen moved in with us."


Pets
Caspian's Rottweiler (Rocco) male gender, alive- [x]; Dani's Shih Tzu (Zoey) girl gender, alive- [x]; American Pit Bull Terrier (Brandy) female gender, alive- [x]; American Pit Bull Terrier (Buster) boy gender, alive- [x]; Doberman Pinscher (Beau) boy gender, alive- [x]; German Shepard (Sparky) boy gender, alive- [x]
"This is where most of my happiness lies within."


Occupation
None
"Yeah, I work. There's the couch and that's the television, my job is to change the channel to my liking. Ha! I'm being sarcastic. Hell, no I don't work and I'm not looking forward to it either. Why do I need to work? I'm already swimming in cash."


Finances
Nearly owns the United States.
"To tell you the truth, My mom has been keeping up with the finances, thanks to her acting and film directing career. She's a hard working and has been supporting me, Brent, and Dani for so long. I wouldn't say that we're exactly rich because not even that can explain the amounts of money we have and continue having. As of right now, we'll be lucky enough to buy out the whole United States of America."


Home
Address: 2571 Wallingford Dr,
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
One of the finest modern interpretation of the French chateau style, this magnificent estate is the definition of timeless grandeur. Situated high on a promontory overlooking the canyons on 5+ acres of land, the property offers an expansive 22,000 sqft of living space that leverages rich embellishments and color to capture authentic Baroque opulence. Meticulously designed and functional floor plan is tailored not only to the entertainment needs of sophisticated hosts but also to private family living. Sumptuous master suite w/his-and-hers bathrooms & walk-in closets;. Chef''s kitchen w/commercial grade appliances; wine cellar w/1,500+ bottles & separate climate-controlled tasting room; media theatre; gym; pool & spa w/gourmet BBQ area; elevator; sauna. Venetian plaster, imported marble, American walnut flooring throughout. Further set behind gates within the Wallingford Estates, this property is the rare convergence of privacy and exceptional luxury.

Full,Front View
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Foyer
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Sitting Area
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Dinning Area
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Living Area
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Gourmet Kitchen
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Breakfast Area
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Meeting Room, Office
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Laundry Room
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Master bedroom (Parents' bedroom) w/ master closet and bathroom
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Master Balcony
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Caspian's bedroom w/ closet and bathroom
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Brent's OLD bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Dani's bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Harrison's bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Kayleen's bedroom w/closet and bathroom
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Guest bedroom 1 w/ bathroom
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Guest bedroom 2 w/bathroom
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Indoor Pool
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Home Theatre
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Den
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Sauna
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Tennis Court
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Indoor Basketball Court
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Home gym
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Elevator 1
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Elevator 2
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Elevator 3
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Gourmet BBQ
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Back View w/ pool and jacuzzi
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Transportation/s
Abigail's silver-ish black 2017 cadillac escalade and 2017 space grey audi a6 cabriolet
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Austen's 2017 white jeep wrangler and 2017 white BMW 440i
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Brent's 2017 silver Aston Martin Rapide and 2017 black BMW i8
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Harrison's 2016 silver aston martin db9, blue 2016 Bentley Mulsanne
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Caspian's 2017 black porshe panamera, red 2015 ferreri laferrari,red ducati Superbike 1299 Panigale, white 2017 ducati
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Dani's 2015 silver mini coupe and 2016 bmw i3 space grey
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Kayleen's silver 2016 nissan leaf and 2015 baby blue Land Rover Range Rover
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Hometown
Beverly Hills, Ca




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Biological Mother || Abigail Siyanski || 38 || director, famous t.v actress currently [x]-[x], and featured in 35+ movie works [x]|| Currently Alive
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Biological Father || JonΓ‘Ε‘ Siyansky|| 38 || New York Times' Bestselling author || Currently Alive
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Step-Father || Austen Cargill || 41 || Chief Executive Officer of Google [x] || Currently Alive
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Biological Brother || Brent Siyanski ||19 || Stanford University College Student || Currently Alive
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Biological-Sister || Dani Siyanski|| 17 || Model, currently schooling in Paris || Currently Alive
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Step-brother || Austen Cargill III|| 18 || Buckley student (12th) || Currently Alive
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Step-sister || Kayleen MacMillan || 17 || Buckley Student (11th) || Currently Alive
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What are you most looking forward to this year?
Parties
"All these parties that's just waiting for me to come thru. It's bout to be lit on 100."


Lifer? Or Newcomer?
Lifer
"Nah, been to this school since freshman year. I've dealt with the same shit ever since. Haven't gone here for middle school though, but been living in California since I was little, so it helps when everyone has heard of me."


Scholarship or Not?
No
"A scholarship?? Hahaha, for what? I'm sorry, but you're looking at the wrong person to be giving out scholarships like that. I don't need it, so it's pretty useless to me."


Grade
Junior [11]
"I'm a junior, yet again. A junior repeat if that's what you'd call it. I'm suppose to be a senior this year; however, my grades were horrible. So, I'm repeating junior year. Rhiannon keeps bugging me about it, saying that I need to hurry and graduate. Not my fault the teachers have something against me."


Clique?
Animals
"I practically rule the Animal clique. Like, a King Bee."


Place on the Social Ladder
The B-List
"Just because I'm one step under the heirs social supremacy, I'm not taking shit from anyone. I'm no one's bitch, alright? Don't expect me to listen to your orders 'cause I'm not a damn dog. Don't boss me around, and we won't have a problem."


Are you happy?
Hellz, yeah
"I don't think that any other place on the social ladder could get any better than the B-list. Other than the wannabes, the rest of us are just regular high school kids that's just waiting to fuck shit, and have fun. The Rebels and Animals are like peanut butter and jelly. We stick together, not only in detention, but outside of school as well. These are my people."


If you could be apart of any other clique which would it be? Why?
Hell, no
"I'm happy with my Animals. No matter how emotionally insane they are, I love em' all. Rebels included."


Secrets?
None
"Bitch where? HAHA."


Do you plan on joining a club or sport this year?
Yes; pitcher for the boys' varsity baseball team and a member of the Outdoor Education.
"I'm not involved in a lot of the school activities because my mom ade it clear she wants me focusing on my grades and whatnot."


Best subject
History


Worst subject?
Math

So begins...

Casper Siyansky's Story

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Caspian hadn't heard about the party until Rhiannon appeared at his door step wearing a skirt short enough to send many to swoon at her every passing including Casper who was now leaning against his front door, his eyes trailing the body of the blonde beauty that was standing before him. It was no surprise that Rhiannon was undeniably gorgeous with long legs seen strutting atop many catwalks and the halls of Buckley in such a confident manner. Each feature Rhiannon bore from her fox eyes like icicles, penetrating against her victims making them vulnerable with every glance to her slim, hourglass physique often seen in a simple tank top low enough to show cleavage, made Casper think of the possibility that he and Rhiannon would be more than friends. Obviously, that was never going to happen. They've been best friends since Rhiannon first transferred from some New York prep school to Buckley. They stuck together, like peanut butter on rye better than anyone else. Of course, they had their fair share of intimacy, but Casper doesn't do relationships and neither does Rhiannon. So, it seems reasonable for them to be a close pair.. a rebel and an animal.

Enjoying his view from where he stood, Casper let out a small whistle, "Damn". It was enough to cause Rhiannon to smirk, her lips soft, bold, and full that Casper urged to taste had it not been for him barely waking up and suffering from morning breathe. Still, it was a smirk regardless which meant that Rhiannon was pleased with the attention Casper was giving her. She loved attention. She found it necessary to be, and that certain enjoyment was often found in her stride with each step followed by a small bounce, and a look dangerously sexy enough to kill. Casper's teasing whistle was the start of her dramatics, "Eyes up the equator, Siyansky," she brushed passed him, inviting herself into his home, "And why aren't you dressed?"

After Rhiannon entered his house without a warning, he shut the door simultaneously bolt locking it, "Usually people 'ask' before entering a stranger's home." The comment made Rhiannon turn her attention from his high ceiling to her good friend, "I'm not like most people," she purred, "And you are no stranger." She left the conversation to his kitchen, her stilettos clicking against the marble flooring as she went, "Now, let's talk about more important things," Casper followed her to the kitchen where he was greeted by a bent over Rhiannon rummaging through his refrigerator, but it was her skirt that caught his view, or very little of it. She lifted herself up, pulling out a jug of fat free milk in the process, "Why aren't you dressed?"

"Dressed? For?" Casper implied, prying the jug from Rhiannon's lips. He watched as she moved swiftly to the open package of licorice his mother left unattended. She pulled at it's red vine with her teeth, and leaned against the counter with eyes mocking Casper, "The party of course."

Casper knew what she was doing. She was teasing him, making herself seem even the more irresistible with the attention he was giving her because he with him she had the "look, but don't touch" saying tattooed all over her body. And the little show that Rhiannon was giving Casper very well made him want to touch every inch of her. Everything was a game to Rhiannon, like a puppeteer manipulating the minds of her puppets only to see them falter under her touch. he is aware of the control she has over people and by knowing this uses it to her own amusement. Casper found it most annoying and entertaining of his friend.

He moved closer to her, taking the licorice from her perfectly, manicured hands, "I wasn't aware." Just as easily she sighted a bottle of whisky, and reached for it, unscrewing its cap, "Of course, which is why I'm here." Again, Casper grabbed the whiskey from her, but instead he set it down and positioned himself in front of her, so that they were pressed against each other, her back against the counter. With his grey eyes gazing down at her, he gave a prideful smirk, realizing he got her where he needed. "Y'know," he whispered down to her, his accent thicker than usual, "If you're thirsty you could've just asked."

As suspected, the naughty comment had no effect on Rhiannon as her smile matched Casper's. She gave a soft push at his chest,"Go get dressed."

Leaving Rhiannon downstairs to mess up whatever she could find, on his way upstairs Casper pulled out his cellphone sending Roman a text.

TO: Ugly Ass (aka Roman)
So, no one was going to tell me about the party?

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Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Roman Eliades

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It had been a long night for Roman Eliades, and an even longer morning after having to convince the girl he had spent the night with that he didn't want the happenings to repeat themselves. She knew what she was getting herself into, but that didn't stop her from spitting endless profanities in Roman's direction. Just another notch in his belt, he concluded while he watched her storm out of the lavish guest house that has been like his own private apartment for the past two tears. As much as Roman loves his adoptive parents, he has no desire to involve them or his younger sister or Hannah in his affairs. Living in the guest house means he gets his privacy, but he's also close enough to look after Hannah.

Such as was the case today and he'd spent nearly half of the day inside of a hospital. It definitely was not the first time Roman had been tasked with taking the nine year old to her scheduled chemotherapy sessions, but that didn't make it any easier to witness. Which is precisely why he has zero desire of going to the party that night. The subject of everyone's conversation for that past few days, a party where many of the attendees probably expect to see him there. And Roman loves parties as much as the next animal (as they've been so graciously dubbed), but for the first time in a long time, the blonde doesn't want easy sex or free alcohol.

He probably should have just stayed home then, but that's also something he didn't feel like doing. Without even bothering to warn Casper before hand, Roman took off towards his friend's estate. As if on cue, a notification sounded on his phone the moment he parked his Car, announcing the arrival of a message from none other than Caspian himself. Roman's eyes scanned over a couple of other unread messages, not failing to see Luke accented in bold and promptly ignoring it to type out a quick reply to Casper's protest.

To: Big Mouth
MSG 1/2: clearly no one wants you there.
MSG 2/2: open the door i'm outside. Don't leave the love of your life waiting too long out here


After making sure his doors are securely closed, his cell phone is slipped into the back pocket of his slim fitted jeans. He pushes his dark shades up onto his lightly tussled blonde locks, pushing aside any and all worries because there's no doubt that Casper will notice if his mood is mildly skewed, and walks up the from steps to the large double doors to wait for them to allow him inside.

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Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo

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"She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong.
Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of
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the type of woman you marry."
~ Rh Sin


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"...A medium cheese, light on the sauce." Rhiannon pressed her cell to her ear as she ordered for a Domino's pizza while she waited in the living area. She never tried pizza from Domino's, but it was rumored that their pizza was actually heaven on earth. What good would it be to try a slice or two that very moment? Surely, Casper wouldn't mind being greeted by the smell of its crisp baked bread topped with sweet, rich ripe marinara sauce, and warm melting mozzarella cheese coming from downstairs. If anything, he'd probably steal a slice himself for the sake he knew that Rhia wouldn't finish the entire pie herself.

Feeling thoughtful, she considered ordering a plate of BBQ wings on the side for her friend who was upstairs changing, unaware that the blonde that invaded his home was now ordering an entire meal to go. "The address is 2571 Wallingford Dr," she gave the cashier on the other line the address of the modern, French chateau estate which Rhiannon remembered by instinct. Ending the call, she proceeded to rummage through Casper's personal shit, shit that Rhiannon had no business being in, but the Siyansky's were like a second family to her aside from her actual. It seemed necessary for Rhia to get her hands on whatever she could find.

She made her way across to the sitting area where a picture frame caught her eye almost immediately. Having visited the Siyanskys' numerous times before she could tell that it was a recent frame. And being the nose body that she was, picked it up in her hands. She could tell it was a picture of a young Caspian at the age of four. It was the eyes that gave him away, its bluish- grey were focused on a cake- his birthday cake. Although, the reminisce of what was left seemed to cover half his face, but nonetheless it was his cake from Rhiannon could tell was for his celebrated birthday. However, it was the gold strands covering the boy's head in its neat, well kept style what caught most of her attention. She knew that Casper was once a blonde, but seeing an actual picture of the past brought her thinking why he ever went... dark. Surely, it had nothing to do with his parents splitting, his mom remarrying a much more successful man with riches enough to buy Ms. Siyansky whatever she pleased, but Rhiannon has been apart of the family long enough to know that, that had not been the case. Like any other hormonal teen, Casper craved excitement. He didn't enjoy the thought of living a life planned; college, job, marriage, kids, death. Each day was an unexpected cycle, he lived every passing hour without looking as far into the future and the past. He lived by what remained in the present which is why he took up the title amongst his peers as an Animal. He wished to live a life vivaciously, without regrets. And that's what Rhiannon loved most about Caspian Vaughn Siyansky.

Rhiannon was placing the frame back carefully into its position as the door bell sounded. She knew that it had to be the pizza delivery guy, but she didn't expect the food to be arriving for another fifteen minutes. Luckily, she spotted Casper's wallet left untouched, and pulling out a ten she went to greet the guy, hoping he'd forgive her for not having the exact amount. "Look, all I have is a ten, but-" looking up, instead she saw a pair of dark brown eyes, and bleached blonde hair that seemed all too familiar. "Well," the corners of her mouth lifted into a smug sneer, "if it isn't Roman Eliades. If I had known you were delivering pizza now, I'd ordered a couple pies for myself a long long time ago."

She eyed the handsome boy, admiring the body she had clawed at many times before during their time of "intervention". The leather jacket was a nice addition though Rhia couldn't stop herself from biting at her bottom lip. Casper's voice called from upstairs, breaking her from the trance, "Rhiannon, who was that at the door?"

Not taking her eyes off Roman, "Oh, no one," she lowered her voice for only Roman's ears to hear, "just your sweet, sexy friend who came to see you."

"Rhiannon, don't touch my ten!" She ignored him. Shifting her weight a little, she pushed open the door wider for Roman. "Are you going to come in, or continue looking like a lost puppy?" She pouted, teasingly.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky

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"Thanks for the ride, Riv. You're the best." Poppy smiled towards the jock, River she had gotten to give her a ride home from her cheerleading team's practice since her driver's kid got really sick or something and she did have a heart when it came to the Rothschild's staff especially seeing that the man, Benny had been with the family before Poppy was even born. What was she going to do? Fire him? Of course not just as long as he could drive her around tonight. "No problem, darlin'. So, you goin' to Ace's?" She felt his hand creep onto her leg, but she loved to mess with people so she acted as if she didn't even notice. "Of course. Where else would I be going?" The Southern man chuckled and shook his head. "Fair enough and what are you doin' after?" She shrugged. "Depends on how the night goes and you?" She could feel his hand tighten on her bare thigh right above her leather black shorts with a smirk creeping on her face. "I was thinkin' what about you and me," Before he finished he was leaning into Poppy trying to get a kiss but Poppy did have some standards, she wasn't about to start something in a car right outside her house where the cameras could easily see the pair. She pulled her face away as she reached for her bag from the back seat of the 2018 Range Rover. "Nice try, Riv and I'll let you know. But, I really do need to start getting ready. See you there." She winked towards him while opening the door not even paying any mind to jock chuckling as he looked up at his sunroof.

He was a sweet guy, really he was. But that was the problem, he was too sweet for Poppy's liking. On top of that, he didn't check any of the boxes she had for her criteria. He was a sophomore, kind of, but not really upper middle class (she only took upper class, thank you very much), he was too sweet, and the biggest problem, he was a jock. They just weren't her type, she liked them... bad. A challenge. An animal, which was a type she'd take to her grave. The last two guys she had been with were animals, including 'the King' himself, Caspian Siyansky. A conquest she isn't proud to say was still going on but, hey what are you gonna do? He was the complete opposite of her and it was sexy as hell to her. The gates opened for the girl no doubt meaning their security saw the scene that had just unraveled. Not that she really cared. Nothing happened. She smiled towards the camera before walking in with her silver booties clacking against the cobblestone leading to her front doors. She pushed the doors open putting her cheerleading bag and backpack on the wooden table set right by the door just so Poppy would stop throwing it on the floor because she was too lazy to put it in her room with her. She didn't see her parents' cars out front so she could assume that they were still on the week long date 'night' trip to somewhere in Europe. Poppy didn't really listen when they said where they were going.

She made her way from the foyer, up the stairs, and to her room which was the second largest since she kicked a screamed to make her parents let her have the eldest Rothschild's girl room seeing that she moved out and had a family of her own. She had no need to have a huge room in their house if anything she deserved the maid's quarters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hand through her wet, ruby locks after she had taken a shower right after practice so she could save time. She didn't even waste any time, she tossed off her clothes and changed into her outfit for the night to see how great she looked it. She looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors in her walk-in closet with a smirk as she turned to the side to see how her pants hugged her waist. "Perfect." She grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. "As always." She grabbed her robe to put on over her outfit so when she did her hair and makeup it wouldn't get dirty or wet because this outfit was perfection and she was not taking it off until later this night if it went as planned.

She sat at her vanity in her room and sent a text to one of her 'in case of emergency' numbers which was a maid, Yvonne that worked for the family for around a year but pretty much worked as Poppy's stylist since that what she wanted to do in her career anyway. Within minutes, the young Russian girl who was only twenty-two was in her room looking at her outfit to get an idea of what to do with her hair and makeup. Poppy could do it herself, she was good at it but if you have someone to do. Let them do their job. As the blonde got started on her hair Poppy was on her phone, looking at the messages she missed with at practice and taking several photos of herself. The pair were in silence other than the pop music playing through her speakers throughout her room to fill the awkwardness. It wasn't until she was done with her hair which was completely straight with a middle part and almost done with her makeup, only needing to put on her lipstick and fake lashes. Yvonne cleared her throat. "Where are you going tonight?" Yvonne always seemed afraid of Poppy and with reason, sure but she liked Yvonne. She wasn't going to bite her. "A party all my friends are going to since grades were turned in today or something, I don't know. I'm just always looking for an excuse to look cute."

"You always look cute though." Ah ha. There it was. Poppy shrugged before chuckling."Okay as much as I love you for saying that. I can tell when someone's looking for a favor. So, what do you want?" Yvonne chuckled in embarrassment and tried to ask like Poppy was wrong. "I do it to my mom. Just say it. What is it you want?" She whipped her head up towards the blonde with a raised eyebrow when she was reaching for the lash glue. "A night off for a date." She scoffed. "Someone got a match on Tinder but fine, whatever. I don't care. Now was that so hard?" She laughed a bit before opening her messages to send one to the king, himself. Mostly to tell him her intentions but also hoping he was with that friend of his so, she could hopefully piss Rhiannon off from afar. And another to Leah.

To: Casper
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night

To: Leah
hey love! I should be otw in like 15-20 :)

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Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Rhiannon Prinsloo.

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Roman may have been expecting to see Casper's face, grinning back at him when the door opened, but he certainly was not surprised to see a different face. A much prettier and seductive one. Rhianon is the only one that seems to come to Casper's estate more than Roman does, so it really never comes as unexpected to find her here. His eyes graze over her figure from the neckline of her blouse to the small cut of fabric that's meant to be a skirt and back up. There's no denying that Rhianon is attractive, and she knows it well, which is why Roman makes note of the indirect compliment thrown his way with a light smirk but makes no effort to return it. He's sure she's already gotten plenty of attention from Casper, and he won't be the one to entertain her ego. He can be just as skilled at whispering sweet nothings into someone's ear as he can be at being a cold blooded asshole.

"Good evening miss Prinsloo" he greets, albeit a bit sarcastically, before taking the invitation to go inside. Casper is nowhere to be seen, which can only mean he's ran off to get dressed for a party he hadn't even heard about until today. "You mentioned a pizza?" he directs the question at Rhia while heading towards the kitchen area. He's in dire need of a pick-me-up and can always count on Casper to have something good stored. Unfortunately, all he finds are a couple of bottles of beer. It's no Hennessy or Gin n' Tonic but it will have to do. After pulling out and opening the bottle, Roman's lower half leans against the counter top, taking a formidable amount of the drink before locking eyes with the blonde across from him.

"And where has my wife ran off to?" he questions, fingers tapping against the body of the glass bottle. It's not the first time Roman refers to Casper as his "wife", so there's no reason for him to explain to Rhianon that that's who he's talking about. More often than not, he does it for the satisfaction of annoying the hell out of his friend, though he gets the feeling it's starting to loose it's initial effect.

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Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo

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"She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong.
Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of
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~ Rh Sin


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"Life is short and unpredictable,
don't waste another minute on the people,
places, and the things that don't
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~ Anonymous


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If there's one thing that Rhiannon knew about Roman was that he was an ass, hot, but an asshole nonetheless. So, it was no surprise that when she opened the door to an indifferent Roman, he stared back acknowledging very little of the babe that was Rhiannon Prinsloo. He had his fair share of girls that came and went, some that were a little harder than others to rid, but Rhia became a nice boost to his reputation. Young, wild, enigmatic, and insanely gorgeous, so who wouldn't want to be the lucky guy to say they banged Buckley's bad ass chick? Surely, Roman was that lucky guy enough to say he did. The two had "no strings attached" sex two.. three times within the last semester, so to say that Roman hadn't gotten her to bed would be an understatement. Nevertheless, they were friends, they were able to have a normal functioning conversation without having the urge to rip at each others clothes. At least that's what Roman was getting at when he referred to Rhiannon with his utmost, bullshitted ass formality as he brushed passed her, "Good evening, Miss Prinsloo." The greeting was enough for Rhiannon to roll her eyes, shutting the door after him. What a poser. Rhiannon knew damn well that if they weren't in the graces of Casper's home they'd be shoving tongues down each other's throats long before she opened the door for him.

"You mentioned pizza?" Rhiannon followed him to the kitchen where she found him rummaging through cabinets in dire need of something strong, an alcoholic beverage that would make him unconscious to his problems. And the long swig he took from one of Casper's step dad's Corona was enough to give Rhiannon a sign that something was wrong besides Roman's usual bitchiness mood that either she or Casper had to deal with. Something was off, and Rhiannon wanted to find what that something was. They had sex, sure, but can you blame a girl for caring the very least? She watched him lean over the counter, locking eyes with her on the other side of the room with one hand on her hip and a heel out; Rhiannon's infamous, defiant stance that meant she was business. "And where has my wife ran off to?" And then there was the finger tapping of his glass. As Rhiannon assumed, something had the princess distraught.

She walked towards him until they were both leaning over the counter. Face to face, Rhiannon could feel Roman's breath hot as it tingled her cheeks, and it was then when she really saw the color in his eyes. "You mean the pizza I had not ordered for you?" The corners of her mouth lifting into a mischievous smile, "Don't worry it'll be here shortly, and your 'wife' is upstairs getting dressed for the party no one had any business telling him, but don't worry" She leaned in closer to him, pressing her lips against his ear in a whisper "that leaves time for you and I to...chat." The distraction was enough for Rhiannon to successfully seize the beer for herself, purposely locking fingers with Roman in the process before taking a quick chug at his drink.

Catching her breath, she pried the bottle away from her lips and examined the content in her hands before turning her focus back to Roman. "Now talk, what's gotten you all worked up?" She gasped, "Don't tell me it's your shark week?" Pouting, she blinked her eyes at him once.


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The look Sam was giving Bea was priceless as he joined her in the back. She watched, amused as he strained to buckle his seat belt, his clothes looking a little to suffocating in various areas. For a second Bea worried that if he moved another muscle, his clothes might rip for being too tight. The thought of him loosing a button or two made Bea bite down on her bottom lip, suppressing herself before she exploded into fits of laughter. Still, seeing Sam struggle a bit was dorkishly adorable. He was dorkishly adorable in ways that Bea often had to look away at times ignoring the desire to reach across and ruffle his hair just to get him riled up, or better yet sink low in utter embarrassment.

A few moments in the car passed before Bea thought it was necessary to text her sister to see where she was at. She hadn't seen Rhiannon before Dad dropped Bea off at the Kim's residence due to her car being in maintenance at the shop. So, what better time would it be to text her now when Jas was driving to pick up Cat?

TO: Rye-Rye
YO! Where you at?


She examined the display as it informed Bea that her sister quickly read it within a few seconds it was sent.

From (1/2): Rye-Rye
At the corner of happy and healthy.

From (2/2): Rye-Rye
Kidding... I'm at Casper's.


Casper. The name was not foreign to Bea. She knew him well enough to know that he and Rhiannon were an inseparable pair, and he was nothing but trouble. He was always at the Prinsloo's house visiting Rhiannon of course; however, bringing up the devil's name in vain brought back the past Bea wished to never repeat. They almost kissed last semester at a party, or he was the one to almost kiss her. As if it was yesterday, the memories of what happened three months ago still linger, the talking, the "getting to know each other" without the presence of Rhiannon taking Casper on some wild espionage. That night made Bea realize that Casper was genuinely a nice guy whether the rumors were true, he seemed to be interested in her. That was until, without a warning, he leaned his head towards Bea almost immediately, and it was then when she could smell the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. He was as she least expected, wasted. Feeling embarrassed, ashamed she lightly pushed him away and walked off leaving a drunken Casper behind to flirt with some other poor girl who got their hopes up a little too quickly. She hadn't talked to Casper since. He'd go one way and Bea turned a heel to the opposite direction, but the fact that he continued on with his life as if nothing happened is what had hurt her the most. Casper was supposed to be her first kiss, and Bea knows for a fact that he was too wasted to remember ever talking with her, but she remembers clearly, and the worst part is she lived her life knowing that he thought of her nothing more than Rhiannon's baby sister, like everyone else at Buckley. Still, can you blame a girl for having the littlest crush on the school's bad boy? Although, she is aware where her boundaries lie, all of which don't involve Casper.

Hearing Sam's voice is what brought her back to reality, "Why are you like this?" He was talking to Jasmine of course, but there it was again, the pained side glances that he was giving Bea. She raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling a bit, "Hey, don't give me that look as if this was all my fault."

A few minutes pass, and they were outside of Cat's home not long before the little red head bounced in the passenger seat acknowledging everyone's attire until her eyes rested on Sam, she did a double take. "Tonight's going to be so fun! You all look so pretty," she beamed, " Even you, Sam!"

Bea returned the expression, "Thank you Kitty Cat, you look beautiful as well." She looked towards Sam as if to say, 'I told you, so', sticking her tongue out in the process.

The rest of the car ride had been quiet until Bea had overheard a familiar song on the radio, its funky tune was barely audible until Bea reached over for the volume tuner and turned it up to Max. She gasped, her eyes gleaming with excitement "I LOVE THIS SONG!!!" The song was Love Me Right by Exo, and immediately Bea started to match her body to the beat, her head dropping at every bass as she sang the lyrics out loud. She looked to Sam grooving her shoulder against his, "C'mon Kim, let loose."

People outside made no hesitation to rubberneck at the blonde vigorously whipping her hair left to right as they drove past. Bea was sure she was making a fool out of herself, but she didn't care if it meant that she'd crack a smile out of Samuel.

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Roman watched silently, eyebrow raised in amusement as the drink he had fished out for himself is taken from his possession for reasons unknown to him. His dark eyes reach across the counter top to watch the girl, wondering if she expected any sort of aroused reaction from the proximity of her lips to his skin. If so, she would be gravely disappointed.

"There are more in the fridge, you know." he states calmly, arms folded across his chest while the blonde all but chugs the entire contents of the bottle. As far as being worked up goes, it's obvious Roman isn't the only one if the way Rhianon is attacking the beer between her fingers is any indication of it. He must admit, a girl that can hold her liquor is damn attractive. Rhianon is damn attractive, but that's not something that interests him. At least not today. He knows she feeds off of the attention she receives from men, which is precisely why Roman isn't giving her any. It's nothing against her personally. Rhianon is more attractive than a lot of the others he's slept with, but the lack of interest in them during casual situations such as these is something Roman is known for. Love him or hate him for it, but it's a packaged deal and he really couldn't care less even if he tried.

"I don't make an attempt at getting you into my bed and you automatically assume something's wrong?" he asks in a joking tone, the corners of his lips quirking up slightly. "As shocking as it may be, I do have some self control." Roman has to hand it to the girl, she is a skilled observer and somehow managed to pick up on the tiny details. However, that doesn't mean she has the honor of knowing the reasons behind his unusual mood. That's something only a select few can say they have. The few that Rhianon, and sometimes not even Casper, are a part of. In fact, the main reason Casper knows of most of Roman's problems is because the man is annoyingly persistent and Roman's reluctant confessions are the only thing to shut him up. Despite that, there are some things that only two or three family members and the big man upstairs know of. Roman takes pride in his privacy.

"Well look at you" the man says the moment he notices Casper's presence, his hip and elbow leaning against the hard conter. "Getting all dolled up for me, I'm honored." He may have lost his alcohol, but messing with Casper is something that never fails to lift his spirits.

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Jeanette R. Abategiovanni Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Ace Bronson Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Malcolm R. Vincent Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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Location: The Bronson Family Home
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At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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Location: Glowzone LA
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"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.

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Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo

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β€œHere's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They're not
fond of rules. And they have no respect for
the status quo. You can quote them, disagree
with them, glorify or vilify them. About the
only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things. They push the
human race forward. And while some may see
them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because
the people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world, are the ones who do.”

~ Rob Siltanen


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Casper had absolutely nothing to wear. The hour he had spent rummaging through hundreds of clothes that were either worn or easily uninteresting as the next seemed useless. He knew that Rhiannon was entertaining her boredom, getting her hands on whatever she could. She was always impatient much to Casper's surprise she hadn't already come upstairs and dressed him herself. But as the minutes passed, Casper hadn't heard a glass shatter the only thing that became audlible was the sound of the doorbell ringing. It could have been Austen or Kayleen forgetting their key or something, but the possibility of that happening was low. Austen had left six hours ago to go camping with a couple friends, and Kayleen was with her boyfriend. Both weren't irresponsible enough to leave a key behind.

Casper called for Rhiannon, but she didn't answer. It didn't take him long to figure out what the hell she was up to; ordering pizza of course and the wallet he hadn't thought to bring upstairs with him meant that it was going to be paid with his money. "Rhiannon," he shouted as he struggled to squeeze himself into a pair of jeans, "don't touch my ten!" The girl will be the death of him. If they weren't the best of friends she'd be getting a one-way ticket to get the hell out of his home. Still, Casper knew that without Rhiannon by his side his life would nonetheless be mundane to say the very least. He enjoyed the company of the unpredictable blonde. She (with the exception of Roman) always managed to keep him on his toes, so when the doorbell sounded without him knowing who it was he just knew that she was up to no good, and throwing on the nearest clean t-shirt he could find as he left his room unsure whether his shoes were on the right foot or not, he was intended to find what it was.

On his way downstairs, he examined the foyer ensuring that everything was still in tact the way his mother had left it. Knowing his mother, if so much as a vase was out of place she'd find the next bus to ship him off reason being there were countless times where Casper threw parties in his parents absence, and something always had to get broken at the fault of some drunken Senior. Casper was on his last strike with his mother, so he was trying to be more careful with his surroundings, and Rhiannon forcing herself into his house just easily meant that shit was about to get fucked up real quick. It was a constant game of cat and mouse when it came to her, like Tom and Jerry. Casper was unluckily Tom in the situation.

The voices he was hearing were coming from the Kitchen where Casper had last left Rhiannon, so it wasn't a surprise to see his friend with a Corona in hand leaning over the counter near another presence he knew well, a little too well. Roman Eliades, blonde and undeniably moody as always. Neither was aware Casper was watching amused in the entryway as the two bickered at each other as if they were a wedded couple. "I don't make an attempt at getting you into my bed and you automatically assume something's wrong?" He overheard Roman say to Rhiannon, "As shocking as it may be, I do have some self control." As quickly as he came, Casper stepped into the conversation before Rhiannon can have a chance to bite back. It was like tearing apart two little kids when it came to them; a list of all things Casper hated, kids and stopping a fight of two.

"What the hell is going on in here?" he motioned to the opened box of Austen's Corona. He was going to get his ass chewed, one two many times. It was bad enough his mom was disappointed the moment she was informed by Deborah fucking Monroe that her son would be repeating another year, but now his friends who weren't even invited were now rainbows and unicorns sipping on his step dad's most prized possession. And of course Roman had to have some smart ass comment to go along as he turned his attention onto Casper. "Well look at you," the blonde joked, "Getting all dolled up for me, I'm honored." Before Casper could give him a piece of his mind, his phone buzzed in his back pocket almost simultaneously.

Realizing it was from none other than Poppy Rothschild herself, a smug expression boarded his face as he read her text.

FROM: Poppy
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night


The booty call was tempting, a little too tempting much to Casper's degree. Poppy was hot, Casper was hot, so it was no shocker that they'd obviously find presence in each other's bed. She, like every other girl at Buckley knew about Casper's reputation, but that had not stopped her from throwing herself into his graces promptly. Unlike him, she was a Royal a little different than his usual Rebel and Animal taste, but still. What good would a boy be if they weren't their to give a girl what she wanted? Casper and Poppy preceded with their "no strings attached" relationship since they were sophomores, and that text that he was reading meant that things where still going as planned.

TO: Poppy
Actions speak louder than words, P ;)


After he sent the text, he seemed to forget why he was even mad until the doorbell sounded again, "And there's my cue." Rhiannon announced before she left to answer the door. It wasn't long until she came back with a pizza box and wings in her hands. Almost immediately, Casper rushed to go retrieve his wallet only to find the ten gone as he suspected. He returned to his friends holding his wallet open for Rhiannon to see, "Rhiannon, what the hell?"

He watched as the blonde pulled a slice from the box, pealed off its cheese, and popped it into her mouth, "Hey, I thought of you," she licked at her fingers, "I got you wings."

Ignoring her, he pulled out a lighter and his Camels from a nearby drawer. Lighting the cigarette between his teeth, his eyes darted to Roman who sat back amused, "This is your fault," he pointed a menacing finger at him, "If you had told me about this party she wouldn't be here, I would still have a ten dollar bill, and I would be getting fucked at this party it seems we're going to be late for-"

"-Fashionably late." Rhiannon corrected between a mouth full of pizza.

Immediately, he took out two bread stick from the box and heaved them at Roman and another thereafter for closure.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo

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Roman Eliades
Outfit: Here
Location: Siyansky Residence
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Successfully dodging, and even catching one of the bread sticks that are chucked in his direction, Roman bites into the soft dough with a mask of amusement. "Should have guarded your wallet better" he says in response to the acusations thrown at him, picking up one of the fluffy fallen sticks and heaving back in Casper's general direction, purposely missing his head. There's no reason why he should be blamed for anything. Rhianon could just as easily told him about the party that Roman didn't plan on going to in the first place.

Speaking of the blonde, he decides to join her by taking a slice of pizza for himself, despite her previous declarations that the Italian delicacy was not meant for him. Surely she can't finish it all on her own, and Roman is more than happy to help her out. While enjoying the feast he can feel Casper's glare boring holes into the side of his face, and Rhianon's too most likely, as he goes on about being on delicate terms with his mother. Roman knows that all too well, having heard it before from Casper himself. After rubbing his hands together as if he's brushing off dust, he pulls out a wing and holds it up to Casper's pouting face with a wickd yet undeniably charming smile. "Relax babe, have a bite" he teases and waits for the boy to accept the food before taking one for himself. "Just tell your folks it was my doing, I'm sure they'll forgive me just this once" he states confidently as his long finger pick bits of meat off of the bone. It's no secret that both Casper's mom and step-dad have taken a strong liking to Roman after the blonde managed to charm the pants off both of them. He's also never given them a reason to distrust him. Surely enough he can help Casper out of this predicament.

The time passes quicker than anticipated and now they really are fashionably late, as Rhianon described it. Not that Roman cares, in fact, th real party doesn't truly start until later into the night when everyone's had one too many drinks. He's still not pressed about going, but maybe he can find something, or rather someone, to lifts his spirits and follow him home at the end of the night.




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Samuel Kim
Outfit: Jasmine's creation
Location: Bronson Residence
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Sam is still not sure how and at what moment he managed to loose both Jasmine and Behati. Surely enough, it must have been sometime between Jasmine's third drink and a very pretty girl that he'd definitely never met before coming up and pulling him onto the dance floor and away from Bea. Most guys would be thrilled to be in his position, but the amount of unusual attention he's been getting since he stepped inside is making his head spin. All the sounds, colors and faces are starting to blend when he hasn't had so much as a single sip of alcohol.

Needless to say he's beyond relieved that the lights have been dimmed. It's the only thing capable of hiding his ruby red cheeks, a result of both the flirting and the lack of air his Jasmine-produced outfit provides. Sam had fully expected to feel out of place, but this is an entirely new world for him, because being flirted with constantly is not something Sam has any experience with, let alone knows how to handle. Because Samuel is the quiet boy that no one knows, the one that is never noticed. A wallflower in every sense of the word. He's certainly not the type to be looked at the way girls, and some guys have been looking at him throughout the night. He's already made a mental not to give Jasmine a formidable piece of his mind when they get back home, that is if he makes it out of here alive.

There's a new pretty girl in front of him now. She had found her way to him immediately after he'd managed to escape from the other. Thankfully, this girl is not forcing him to dance and her bubbly personality does manage to ease his nerves, if only a little. Still, even for a socially unaware and oblivious Sam, it's obvious that she's flirting and really only looking for someone to give her a good private after party. Which is why Sam doesn't hesitate on taking advantage of the few seconds she's using to get a refill to send out an SOS.

To: Jazzi, Bea, Charlie.
MSG: Help D':

He looks up just in time to catch her offering him a drink, but what catches his attention more than the strange and untrustworthy looking liquid in the red solo cup is a familiar face several feet away and coming towards them. The jock still hasn't noticed the troubled teen, probably being caught up in his own endeavors, but Sam can't help but to pray that as Jasper steps closer, he'll notice Sam's distress and get him the hell away from here.

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β€œWe never really grow up,
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~ Bryan White


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Two hours later...

There was no denying the fact that Casper was drunk. Really drunk, having already had one too many drinks at home alongside Roman and Rhiannon simultaneously hitting a blunt thereafter before arriving to Ace's grand chateau. Somewhere in the midst of it all, he managed to loose his two friends. They are undoubtedly out there somewhere, but Casper can't seem to function himself to figure where that place was. Wasted, he maneuvered his way through the dancing bodies of girls dressed in skimpy outfits and the like as they grind themselves against boys who probably didn't even care to remember their name. For all Casper know they could very well be just as tipsy as he was. Still, the sound of the bass from the music that was playing from god knows what speaker was beating against his heart as the air began to become moist and uncomfortably hot, and stank of horny teens and cheap cigarettes. And being in the middle of sweaty humans wasn't exactly helping to alleviate the situation.

Casper couldn't remember where he was going, who he was looking for, and why. Time seemed almost irrelevant given there was a dark haired girl on the other side of the room who Casper noticed hadn't taken her eyes off him since he first arrived to the party. She looked vaguely familar, but Casper's mind was nothing, but a distant blur. He enjoyed the attention she was giving him; the sort of desire to lustfully cling herself at his hip. It was obvious she wanted him for herself, and Casper didn't mind one bit though it was clear she wasn't his type. The innocent type. At least sober Casper wouldn't do much as bat an eyelash in her direction, but drunk Casper thought she was magnetic, and what better way would it be to start the night off with a little recharge. Staggering towards her, he watched in amusement as she began to straighten herself from the wall she was leaning onto. She was nervous. He liked that. The sort of power he had over her, at least six feet away he can almost smell the aroma of fear she emitted. Sober Casper would turn the other heel long before the girl even gave him the pouty lips and wistful eyes she was now giving him, of course sober Casper wouldn't also be having his hand on the wall aside her head, pressing himself onto her at the exact moment.

His breath matched hers, uneven as he leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Why don't you and I go somewhere a little more private." He smirked against her raven black hair smelling of sweet vanilla, his jaw tightening a little as she felt her slim figure shiver against his. She moved her head to meet eyes with him. Her crystal blue eyes shared secrets that only Casper was trusted to know, and to her misfortune she did the one thing that other girls would have if they were offered to go somewhere with Caspian Siyansky, she nodded reluctantly while biting her lower lip. The act was enough to leave Casper in a frantic.

Hurriedly, he seized her small hand in his with his plastic cup in the other as he led her through the crowd, and up the stairs stumbling a bit as he went. Surely, Ace wouldn't mind if Casper occupied his parents room for the night.

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Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Rhiannon Prinsloo. Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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Adrien was lucky that he took his shot quickly enough, because by the time that Ari had shot hers and it went in, Charlotte was already feeling impatient, stressed out, and honestly ready to slap her brother across the face for being so obnoxious and cocky. Between the way that he had immediately shot down her only chance at making a comeback by being technical about the rules, and then the way that he and Ari had finished the game in such an effortless manner... it was safe to say that Charlotte was done with beer pong for the night. In fact, Cydnee was probably lucky that her brother had managed to get under her skin enough, because she wasn't even thinking about Cydnee letting her down during the game after that. She knew that it was nearly immature to get so worked up over a game, but Charlotte was competitive and she wouldn't deny that. She liked winning and being the best at things, and having her younger brother beat her when she knew she was more skilled than him felt insulting.

"Hey Dani," Charlotte said, finally addressing the girl after taking the liberty of downing the two cups of beer that Ari and Adrien had finished the game with. She was actually entirely sick of the taste of beer at that point, but then again, she felt like she had nothing to lose. She took a deep breath then, genuinely trying to calm her nerves as she knew that it was going to bother her all night if she didn't actually chill out. That thought alone had her thinking about one thing. Weed. That thought, then, had her pulling out her phone and texting the two people she knew would have the easy hookup to the best weed, since she doubted her dealer was here, and hadn't brought any herself.

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"Sorry about him," she said, somewhat distractedly as she put her phone away. "I'll kick his ass later to make up for him being such a jerk." She meant that, even if it wasn't until tomorrow that she could get in a good unexpected punch in the stomach to remind Adrien not to fuck with her and her friends in the future. "What have you been doing while Cydnee's been stressing me the fuck out?" she said, unsure if Dani was drunk or not, though she offered Cydnee a playful smile afterwards, partly in an attempt to force herself to feel like she was kidding, even if she somewhat wasn't.